I’ve been to the bathroom twice in the last twenty minutes or so to empty my overactive bladder. I was so nervous about what was going to happen once Gabriel got back to the room that I couldn’t sit still, and it felt as if my tummy was about to fall to the floor at my feet. I am not looking forward to another day like the last one when he wasn’t talking to me.
I tried justifying my actions to myself but came up short each time. He’d told me not to go in there, and I did. To him, it must seem like I have no regard for him or the things he says, but nothing could be further from the truth. It’s just circumstances that keep making me do these things, like going to the club when he told me not to. Hah, I’d forgotten about that one. Maybe that’s why he was such a bear this last time as well.